A coworker gave me some plants a few years back. She swore one of them was coleus, which should only grow a few inches tall. It was not coleus. It was giant, mutant, evil basil. I do not like basil. I can’t stand the smell or the taste. Even pulling the babies in the spring grosses me out. This stuff is, I kid you not, 4-5 feet tall. And now it’s flowering, which I KNOW, I KNOW means it will just spread more. But in order to pull it, I have to smell it, which I’m not willing to do. Someday it will take over so thoroughly that I will be forced to move.
The bees like it, though.
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